Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Norway and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Gories to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Machine,
The Five Americans,
In Retrospect,
Little Man,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fortunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Juan Atkins,
David Bowie,
Kerri Chandler,
Byron Stingily,
Morten Harket,
Main Source,
Oblivians,
MC5,
the Bar-Kays,
The Martian,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry's Kids,
Archie Shepp,
Jandek,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boredoms,
Young Marble Giants,
The Buckinghams,
D'Angelo,
Harmonia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June of 44,
Steve Hackett,
Skaos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hashim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantytec,
Newcleus,
Magazine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rosa Yemen,
Schoolly D,
The Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blake Baxter,
Black Pus,
Reagan Youth,
R.M.O.,
Clear Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick May,
Carl Craig,
Arcadia,
Skarface,
Electric Prunes,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.